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Chapter 812: Chapter 776: A Bright Future Ahead

"Let’s go, why aren’t you moving?" Gu Mian warmly invited the man to ride on his motorcycle.

Little did he know, the man who just moments ago was lying on the ground struggling to even move suddenly felt much better.

He opened his eyes wide, forced a healthy smile, and said, "Ah! I suddenly feel fine, I’m okay, I’m very healthy! You should go, don’t worry about me!"

The other person who wasn’t held by Gu Mian had already quickly gotten up from the ground and swiftly fled the crime scene.

The three bystanders realized something was wrong when the moustache fell off and quickly left, saying things like "The sun is quite bright today" while looking at the night sky.

Seeing his companions had left him behind, the man’s healthy smile almost fell apart. He raised his hand, attempting to push Gu Mian away to escape, but didn’t dare.

In the end, he could only keep repeating, "I’m fine, I’m okay, I’m really okay, I’m fine..."

Gu Mian looked at the man in front of him and shook his head, sighed, "You’ve knocked your head silly, I need to take responsibility."

The man’s smile finally disappeared, revealing a look of mourning as if he lost both parents.

Gu Mian bent down, picked up the "Eight Characters" Moustache from the ground, slapped it onto his face, and then pulled the man towards his motorcycle.

The man was a head shorter than Gu Mian, weak and skinny; even though he was unwilling, he couldn’t resist and could only let Gu Mian drag him to the bike.

It was then Gu Mian noticed his motorcycle had somehow mutated, with two more wheels growing beside the rear wheel.

He remembered thinking earlier that the motorcycle wasn’t fast enough and wished it could grow two more wheels during the sprint.

After that thought, the speed indeed increased – could those wheels have appeared because of that wish?

But now he was on NPC Street, far from the Secret Forest. Could the Evil God still hear his wishes from such a distance?

Gu Mian felt something wasn’t quite right.

He looked at the Inverted City in the sky behind him, then turned back and grabbed the man trying to sneak away, forcing him onto the back seat: "Behave." freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Then Gu Mian mounted the four-wheel motorcycle, revved the throttle, and continued heading south.

As they passed the truck full of luggage, Gu Mian saw four other NPCs hurriedly loading up luggage. When they saw Gu Mian riding over, they nervously hid behind the truck, afraid of getting caught in unwarranted disaster.

The man sitting behind Gu Mian stretched his neck, gazing longingly at the four people behind the truck, hoping someone would speak up for him.

But before his longing gaze could be noticed, the motorcycle sped past, leaving behind a trail of dust.

The man retracted his neck in despair, feeling his future was bleak.

"You know which direction to Crazy Game City, right?" Just when the man was imagining his despairing future, Gu Mian suddenly asked him.

Head to Game City to cause trouble?

The man initially wanted to reject this righteously but thought better, realizing if Gu Mian had another target, he might be let off. But answering too quickly would seem too eager.

So he pretended to hesitate, as if struggling internally, finally gritting his teeth and reluctantly said, "Head southeast for an hour and you’ll get there."

He thought he disguised it well, but Gu Mian had already seen his uncontrollable grin reflected in the mirror.

At that moment, a mechanical dog’s voice came from behind: "Are you happy?"

The man was startled and turned to look.

A camera had popped out of a Big Jar behind them at some point, pointing directly at him.

Looking closely, he said, "Isn’t this the delivery robot from Bird Bandit Express?"

The mechanical dog was indeed something Gu Mian had swiped from Bird Bandit Express. Passing by the delivery shed, Gu Mian noticed the three-wheeler he took had reverted back to its original spot due to a rollback.

"This thing was originally a Street Happiness Survey robot; later, the owner of Bird Bandit Express had it stolen and modified into their delivery worker;" Feeling familiar, the man began talking more, "Though it’s often faulty, at least three days a week it’s wrecking things at my shop."

"Your shop?" Actually, Gu Mian still didn’t know the man’s name or what he did.

The man was quiet for a moment, reluctant to tell Gu Mian much about himself, but feared Gu Mian’s anger might lead him to do something inhumane, so he unwillingly spoke up, "My shop’s right next to Bird Bandit Express, it’s called ’Loan and Legacy’"

"What’s it called?" Gu Mian didn’t catch it.

The man raised his voice, leaning closer to Gu Mian’s ear, "It’s called Loan and Legacy!"

"Sounds like a shady shop."

"I’m in the loan business. Lately, times have been tough across industries, and people have no money, so many come to borrow from me;" Saying this, the man pulled a face like he had eaten something unpleasant, "But most people can’t pay back, and I’ve had to hire enforcers for collecting, but later my funds were tight too, so I borrowed from other loan shops, and..."

No need to explain the rest; Gu Mian could imagine it.

"So I couldn’t collect my loans and couldn’t repay what I borrowed, so I had to find work to earn money to repay loans." His tone held a hint of grievance.

Originally, he came to pack his luggage today, then head to Crazy Game City to look for work.

Unexpectedly, a motorcycle appeared and hit him.

Though he wasn’t hurt much at the time, he suddenly thought of a great money-making idea, figuring he could get compensation from the perpetrator.

Now he regretted not slapping himself back then; not only did he not get money, but he might even end up in a worse situation.

Thinking about it, regretful tears welled up in his eyes.

Gu Mian felt somewhat guilty towards this victim: "Don’t worry, stick with me, I’ll think of something."

Participating in the variety show to rescue Lu Yi involved causing a lot of trouble for Upper Class People, so why not rob them first to redistribute wealth.

"Really?" The man wiped his tears, suddenly seeing Gu Mian as a heroic figure.

"Really." Gu Mian calculated how to exploit Upper Class People as he asked, "I still don’t know your name."

"My name is Dai Huanhuan."

Unexpectedly, this sour-faced man had such a cheerful name.

Suddenly, Gu Mian remembered the fortune-teller he met on NPC Street before the rollback; he still didn’t know that man’s name, though he did guide him.

"That fortune teller setting up a stall on your street, with the flag having three dashes two shorts, what’s his name?" Gu Mian asked.

"What?" Dai Huanhuan seemed not to have heard clearly. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Your street had a fortune teller; what’s his name?"

After Gu Mian’s question, Dai Huanhuan stared at his back with a strange look for a long while before saying, "There’s never been a fortune teller on our street."